This is a story about a brother and sister who remember that they had an interest in each other years ago. All participants are over 18. No real people appear in the story, and coincidences are just that.
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I should have known. It was all so obvious if I had thought about it even for a minute.
For most of my life I had a crush on my sister. Not just admiration, I wanted to fuck her and I could never figure out how to do that, until circumstances came about that led us both to be naked in bed together. I had longed to feel her naked body on mine for decades.
Her longtime on and off again boyfriend had died suddenly and tragically, having a heart attack on the side of the road. Of course, grief is processed differently with every person. Some people are stoic and do a lot of thinking and very little talking about how they feel. Others approach the situation actively, trying to either distract or replace the bad thoughts with good thoughts and good times.
Sally was struggling but I always reminded her that he would want her to have a good life and a good time here on this side of the dirt. She is an accomplished woman, holding advanced degrees in history and related subjects. She tried to keep busy with her work evaluating buildings for clients who were thinking about restoration projects.
As time went on, we would go to concerts and other events. One such time we were sitting there in these cramped seats listening to one of our favorite bands playing an outdoor concert.
Both of us were enjoying ourselves and the music was great from this artist who had been a favorite of ours for decades. However, the seats were so cramped that with our arms by our sides, my arm couldn't help but rub up against her breast at various times. This happened repeatedly throughout the concert.
She didn't think anything of it evidently because other times during that concert she continued to lean into me and press herself against me. She leaned into me with her breast on my arm for some time. To say that I was thrilled would be an understatement. I had a mental image of what she must look like nude, with her glorious titties out for me to see.
At other times when we would go to events like the RV show or someplace like that, she would grab my arm and walk close to me, pressing the side of one breast or the other into me. We have always been close and she was aware at an early age of my feelings for her that went beyond being my sister. She is beautiful, and I had always had a tingly physical kind of feeling around her. As our lives went on, I was married or had girlfriends and we remained close. She never married, but had that on-again, off-again relationship with the man I mentioned for close to three decades.
As time went on after he died, she and I would be talking about things and she would get emotional talking about him. I had absolutely no relationships or even hookups going on because I had several relationship problems in a row including a divorce, and I was just not ready to submit myself to that possibility again. So we contented ourselves with going out to lunch and dinner, RV shows or just for drives to places where we liked to take photos.
During this time, our relationship got stronger; she had previously lived in the Northeast for a number of years and we hadn't seen each other very often.
I started fantasizing about being with her romantically and sexually. I had the most vivid thoughts of us having sex, and it was exciting, but unnerving. Time went on and I would find myself sneaking looks at her when she couldn't see me, like when she would bend over in front of me.
I imagined myself joined with her in that way, my body against hers, our mutual enjoyment evident in that we couldn't stop fucking each other. I would dream of sucking every inch of her. I dreamt of fucking her from behind so I could look at that nice ass.
My mind would flash to us on a bed nude together, exploring each other, rubbing, caressing, licking everywhere. Thoughts of my hard cock running in and out of her pussy.
Life went on, and we were both doing whatever it was we were doing; her in her professional life and me in my artistic expression and working on our dad's house that I had bought shortly before he died. We were both relatively busy, but we still made time for lunch or to help each other out at each other's houses.
It was during one of those times when she was helping me at my house that the true feelings came out and things progressed beyond my fantasies and the time to be close enough to her to feel her body against mine was at hand.
We were moving boxes from one place to another in the house and somehow we kept bumping into each other. One time I ran right into the back of her, as if she had stopped suddenly; only in this case I wasn't looking where I was going. Another time, I was reaching for something the same time as she did, and my arm unmistakably brushed against her breast, so much so that we both paused for a second, but then went on.
A little while later, I reached across her body while putting something on a shelf, and managed to smash both of her tits with my forearm. We looked at each other and looked away; neither of us addressed how we were feeling at that moment.
I kept needing to rearrange my cock because it was raging by this time.
Later that afternoon, I couldn't stand it anymore, and while her back was turned to me in front of a bookcase, I went up behind her and reached around and cupped both her wonderful tits on the outside of her shirt. I ground my hardening cock into her butt.
"What are you doing?" she asked after a few moments.
I replied, "I couldn't help myself any longer. We have been rubbing up against each other and I had to know what your tits feel like," I said. "I keep finding your breasts impossible to resist."
I continued to knead her tits like fresh biscuit dough.
"Did you think about asking first," she asked. She turned around to face me. We looked at each other and I could see a smoldering look in her eyes.